your daylight
is fading
as you move
through
the winter
of your years.
the snow
is deep with
memory.
the trees,
are bare of
leaves, those
you knew
for so many
summers.
across the white
lake
and into
the woods
where warm
arms await you
is where
you need to
go, where
you've always
been heading.
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